KQLGBTA
Ah, it’s that time of the year. National Coming Out Day, when the LGBTQA community openly declares our presence. We’re here, we’re queer, get used to it. Today all my friends were talking about National Coming Out Day, posting the fact that they are gay out on their Facebook pages, so on and so forth. And while that’s all fine and good, I had a different sort of coming out on my brain.
My summer fling just visited, and we decided that it’s best if we don’t try to do a long distance relationship. It makes me sad, I like him a lot. But I also am happy in that I feel liberated to go explore other opportunities in my new home. Specifically, I can go explore the kink community here (and, ahem, the Asian community). But in thinking about my summer guy, I am very aware that I never had the kink-coming-out conversation with him. I used the usual excuse with myself… it seemed like a short-term situation, why pollute the waters with something like that if we’re just going to have a summer of fun. Why bother?
But check out that language. “Pollute the waters.” “Something like that.” This is how I think about my sexuality, this is how I describe myself to myself. Healthy? Not so much. It’s time to be open with myself, and my sexual partners, about who I am and where I am on the spectrum. More importantly, it’s time for me to be happy. It really is now or never. It’s time for me to accept myself as a whole creation, a creation of God, a creation who doesn’t have to make excuses to himself or others about his sexuality.
And this includes the “K” part of my sexuality.
So, from now on… “I am what I am.” A fully whole creation of the universe. A person whose sexuality is labeled by many names, one of which I choose to be ‘kink.’ (Another I have adopted lately, instead of or in addition to gay, is Queer.) In honor of this, I suggest we should add “K” to the ever-expanding litany of letters. From now on it’s like a radio station West of the Mississippi – KQLGBTA.
There we are, kinksters, right up front. Better late than never.
